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but only

for a short while.

You were fighting

for your land,

fighting for your

freedom.

That'll make a soldier

out of a man.

Fighting for my freedom?

Well, you were,

weren't you?

I'll tell you

about the freedom

I was fighting for.

Late one morning

the day after New Year's,

I was riding home

to my farm.

I saw Dabe

for the last time.

He was hanging

from my neighbor's tree.

What, the British

hung your Dabe?

No.

Not the British.

My neighbor...

he hung him

for stealing a duck.

No old bushman was going

to steal from a white man.

My friend...

he hung him from a tree,

left him there

for six months

as an example.

Did you avenge him?

No.

I went to war

and fought for that

bastard's right

to do it again.

That's the freedom

I fought for.

Without freedom

we're nothing.

When they hung

my grandfather,

he called to me...

"It's you now, Kereama.

You must rid us all

of this hara."

The shame?

But I ran away.

That's different.

You were only a boy.

That's why

they never hung me.

I wasn't big enough.

Soldiers just threw

the bodies into a hole.

I couldn't even

bury them properly.

So I ran away.

But I always knew

in my heart

that I had to come back

and set them free.

So that's why

you've come home...

to restore your family honor

and your own?

I almost made it.

It's just

beyond that ridge.

But you denied me that.

You denied me that...

you and your Dabe.

Saunders, I think

the prisoner will be fine

without your attention.

Come on, mate.

Come on, get up.

You'll be all right.

Come on.

These ropes

were cut, see?

Mm-hmm.

He has a way with rope.

- He has a way with rope?

- Mm-hmm.

What, you knew?

You let him go.

It was tough enough

catching him.

In God's name, man,

do you really think I'd let him go?

Well, I'll tell you

one thing for sure:

Somebody let him go,

and in a hurry.

He cut through his

wristband as well.

We'll get him.

We'll get him.

How is he, Sergeant?

The savage beat him

pretty bad, sir, but he'll be okay.

Mr. Bryce.

How long?

Two, three hours perhaps.

But he's in bad condition.

He'll leave an easy trail.

He won't get far.

Van Diemen?

Mr. Bryce knows

his business.

If you'll excuse me,

gentlemen,

but I have a score

to settle.

Right, we'll leave

camp here.

Major Carlysle, sir.

This had better be

important, Saunders.

I just wanted

to ask, sir,

now that the prisoner

is armed, what your...

Armed?

How armed?

Did Sergeant Leybourne

not bring it to your attention, sir?

The prisoner made off

with Renwick's rifle.

Unfortunately, it would appear

that the niceties of justice

are fast becoming

a luxury we can

no longer afford.

You have my permission

to shoot him on sight.

However, this is not

to be a game.

There's no place here

for sport.

I'll see court-martialed

any man

who doesn't kill him cleanly

with the first shot.

Do you understand?

Mr. Bryce.

Mr. Bryce.

He could have gone

one of two ways.

Take the wrong one...

- Mr. Bryce, please don't tell me...

- I'll find him.

Well, do so,

and quickly.

This is a sacred place...

the home of Ruamano.

I would come here

with my grandfather

when I was a little boy.

I'd have to wait outside

while he entered

into the cave

to talk to our

spiritual guardians.

Now it is my time...

time to redeem the mana

of my fathers.

There's only one way

out of here.

You know this camp.

Bryce has lost the track,

but only for a while.

That won't last.

We have to get you

out of here.

Believe me, they will

shoot you down.

I'm still curious

to know

why you cut

the trigger fingers

off the British

soldiers.

God tells us it is a sin

to kill other men

unless you are

protecting your home

and your loved ones.

It stopped good men

from sinning again.

Get up.

Come.

Bryce was better than...

than you thought.

There's plenty of cover.

If we split up,

we can get around them.

But they'll just keep on

following us.

They haven't got us yet.

Look, I can't run. I can't climb.

There's no way around them.

- You have to.

- I can't run.

We may not have to.

It's your life.

No, it's your life too.

And I'm not a killer.

We can fight.

Ja?

I need you to do

one thing...

one great thing.

No.

You must.

I won't do it.

You must help me on my

journey to Hawaiki.

What?

It's the final resting place

for our people.

Don't let them hang me.

I don't want to die

like my fathers,

hung from some post

without mana,

without dignity.

I'll take it from you.

Saunders, Bryce,

round to the right.

Sergeant, with me.

Damn.

Van Diemen.

Another trophy

for His Majesty's justice.

He had courage.

He needs respect.

Not your soundest economic

decision, Van Diemen.

I have a little saved.

Bugger that.

I'd rather have his head.

The price will be

on your own.

Yeah.

We have to take

the body back.

At least have your men

bury him, Carlysle.

We cannot leave him here.

I'm sorry,

Mr. Van Diemen.

Enough time has been

spent on this.

- There you go.

- Thank you, Murray.

You think Bridget

will like it here?

Without a doubt, sir.

I've ordered the linen

you requested, sir.

It'll be here in plenty of time

for your wife's arrival.

He's alive.

Sergeant!

Sergeant Leybourne.

I want a man in every

port, every harbor

on the lookout for a Maori with his

right index finger missing.

Now, damn it. I want him arrested

and brought here alive.

Van Diemen.

Major.

I heard you were

leaving us.

This country has

no interest for me.

Australia?

There's a place they've named

Van Diemen's Land there.

Mm, I like

the sound of it.

Leaving without

your reward?

Thank you.

There we go.

It could have been

four times that.

Mm.

He's alive, isn't he?

It must have been

like old times for you.

He didn't even scream

when you cut his finger off.

I suppose you have

your reasons.

I suppose I'll never quite

understand what they are.

It's quite the sum.

But why so generous?

You were there,

weren't you?

Did you give the order?

Did you give the order

to burn down my farm?

No, I did not.

Oh.

Tell me one thing:

Was anybody

in the house

when you watched it

burn to ash?

No.

I can assure you of that.

Sir. Sir, we're ready.

The captain's gonna be

wanting to weigh anchor.

Yeah.

Major.

Van Diemen.

You know, I've sent

messengers to every port,

every whaling station.

Seen one of these before?

At most you've bought him

a few weeks,

perhaps a few days.

I sincerely hope

it was worth it.

Do you know

what a few days of life

means to a condemned man?

Right about there.

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